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Living a Life of Sticky Memories

Our hearts are like those old sticky photo albums, where you peel the thin plastic cover back and secure a memory where you want to keep it. Smoothing the air bubbles out as you adhere it in the proper place, juxtaposed just so with the ones that happened a week or a month before. Maybe tuck a little lock of hair next to that snapshot, or the ticket from the play you caught on Broadway, and only after you jot the date and the children's names on the back of the kodak paper in order of appearance. Life is about living so richly you fill that album in your heart with the treasures and loving moments of experience, volume after volume, investing deeply into that bank account of experience, so that when there are the inevitable withdrawals, when connections seem lost or at risk of being broken for a time, you can rely on those moments of love to build hope that those happy moments will come once again. These are life's sticky memories. The treasures you want to keep forever.

 Sam and Caroline's first tuk-tuk ride in Guatemala.  Soaking up a new culture, whizzing down the streets of life; a sticky memory for sure!

Sam and Caroline's first tuk-tuk ride in Guatemala.  Soaking up a new culture, whizzing down the streets of life; a sticky memory for sure!

There are times in my maternal journey I can't even remember. In the midst of them I knew they were whizzing past me at a speed I couldn't grasp, let alone enjoy. I remember my midwife telling me, hours after giving birth to my first born, that the days would be long, but the years short. Even those first days of motherhood, where the nights melted straight into morning and time had no meaning, seemed to be flying by. Except when time crept, like the 4 am moments of shushing a crying baby, walking miles around my 100 square foot living room, rocking and bouncing and wondering if I could comfort him back to sleep before I broke into tears myself.

At some point, jolted between the whizzing and the creeping time, I decided I needed to be intentional about creating those sticky times-- those so permeated with presence, love, and experience that you wish they would never end. That was the beginning of our sticky family. A family which, like every other family in America, gets too busy and distracted with work, sports, chores, and homework to remember we are put on this earth for one reason: to learn to bear the beams of love. My goal has been to create a family rich in experience, which doesn't let life's joys just pass us by. We go big: we travel in ways most families don't-- backpacking with young school aged kids, and taking them into the poverty-stricken disparity of Central America to meet some of the most joy-filled people on Earth. We also go small: in simple ways we've created touchstones together to stop and process our everyday wonders and challenges. We are not perfect. We are perfectly imperfect. We have sibling spats and moments of maternal impatience, but we do always come back to life's undying truth: we were given to one another to love, and we will do it in the biggest and best possible way, living deeply in every moment we can.

 Our first high-altitude summit.  Granite Pass in the Grand Tetons, summer of 2012.

Our first high-altitude summit.  Granite Pass in the Grand Tetons, summer of 2012.

For years I've taken adventures with my two kids, and with every Facebook post and casual sidewalk encounter with community members I seem to get consistent feedback. Most people say “my kids would never carry something on their backs, let alone sleep outside for 5 nights,” or “I could never do that, you are so brave”. Finally, it was clear to me, it's time to share our stories. These are the stories of our travel adventures, our every day moments at home having conversations or experiences which deserve to have us pause and pay attention. These are the moments that matter.

If you have ever dreamt of having an unforgettable adventure with your kids, or your true love, or your best friend, this blog is for you. This is not a how-to-plan blog, a parenting advice blog, or one that intends to review activities or hotels. This is simply my gift to you of empowerment and inspiration-- if I can do it, you certainly can too.

I'm not a travel agent or parenting expert. I'm just a typical working mom, here to share with you the simple, but profound ways I have found to create those sticky memories with my loved ones. If you'd like to live vicariously through us and see the world through our adventures, welcome. My hope is that you'll do a little more than live through us though. My hope is that somehow this blog might inspire you to plan your next adventure, to gather your loved ones at the kitchen table tonight and tell them where you dream of taking them-- give it voice-- for that is the first step in any great journey of the spirit. Your adventure doesn't have to be out of town-- start small, it only takes a moment to live large.